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Lines We Can Never Uncross
Author: dbranch writes
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Bernard didn’t sit.

He didn’t pace.

He stood in the center of the living room like a man replaying equations in his head — the kind that predicted death, danger, and the fastest way to stop both.

Ashton locked the door again and pulled the curtains shut. His movements were sharp, controlled, military-precise. He was thinking too — but unlike Bernard, Ashton thought like a weapon.

Annabelle sat on the couch, hands clasped together so tightly her fingers turned white. For the first time since Adrian’s knock, she felt the weight of her past settling on her shoulders like an anchor she could no longer deny.

Bernard broke the silence.

“Annabelle,” he said quietly, “you’re not the same person you were when Adrian had control over you. You need to understand that.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“But he hasn’t changed.”

“No,” Bernard said. “He hasn’t. That’s the problem.”

Ashton pulled a chair in front of Annabelle and sat, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His eyes softened in a way t
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